In the ward, as soon as the door was closed, he shook off her hand fiercely like shaking off a virus.
With an inexplicable fury, he sat on the bed.
Not knowing how he was going to handle it, Consuela raised her hand to wipe her face and asked with
concern, "Are you okay?"
No matter how bad this man had been, he did help her just now. She couldn't bite the hand that fed her,
since he had indeed helped her.
Richie sat on the edge of the bed, leisurely taking off his shoes. He didn't talk to her when he heard her
words. He moved very slowly, but she knew clearly what he was doing.
He was in a bad mood.
He had been undressing himself for such a long time. It was not a normal performance of a highly
efficient man who always calculated money benefits for a few seconds in the market.
Noticing the hesitant look on his face, Consuela got a little worried. "If you're not feeling well, I'll call the
doctor for you," she said anxiously.
It was the first time that he felt that when two people's mind was not in the same level, it would give
them a sense of weariness.
"It's none of your business." He kicked off his shoes, looked up at her and said in a cold voice.
These words echoed the coldness in his eyes, and made the woman who wanted to ask more
questions stand still.
Even if he looked very weak now, he would not lose his memory at all. If she did something wrong,
when he recovered, she would suffer a lot.
Suddenly, Richie looked into her misty eyes and said firmly, "You're afraid of me."
Although it was a simple statement, he would not believe it no matter how she explained it.
"You always wanted me to be afraid of you, didn't you?" She turned around to pour a glass of water for
him.
Her back was arched slightly, in a completely nervous and defensive posture. Now there were only two
people in the ward. It was clear that who she was on guard.
All of a sudden, half of his anger rose up. Richie himself felt confused about this.
He looked at her angrily. She was smiling a little embarrassed and wondering what he was up to.
Consuela took a disposable cup of water to drink, moisten her throat and said earnestly, "Thank you for
helping me out."
She sat on the chair, swinging her slim legs. The uneasiness she had when she was sitting outside was
totally gone.
Richie licked his bloodless lips, looked at her and asked, "Is this the way you thank me?"
She drank water alone, adjusted her mood by herself. Since he was her benefactor, how could she
ignore him?
She didn't understand why he would ask her to pay him back in person?
He was really a bloodsucker.
Richie rubbed his temples with one hand and said, "Was your brain invaded by zombies or washed
away by flood? You have a big identity, but you are scolded by her. You really have a brain? "
His straightforward remarks made her feel a little uncomfortable. Couldn't he be a good scolder?
Cursing her in an indirect way.
"Couldn't you talk back when Laura accuses you? Couldn't you pretend to be a little aura?"
After all, she was the Ye Clan's lady, a member of the upper class now.
If the news was spread out, the Ye Clan would become a laughing stock in the whole L City.
"But she is right. I really can't take care of you. And I'm always making trouble for you," apologized
Consuela in a sarcastic tone.
She had never set up any glorious image in front of other people; she was caught speaking ill of
someone in the tea room; she was also deliberately put to trouble when she reported her itinerary.
And she almost had an abortion because of her emotional flooding.
There was really nothing to praise in her whole life.
She was utterly a loser.
Richie retorted, "You are too upright. In this society, you should make more tricks and get involved in
the drama."
Leaning back against the head of the bed, he squinted slightly to cover the lights in his eyes. He spoke
like a man who had come through the similar experience, which made her have to wipe the sweat.
He indirectly said that what Consuela said was right. But for the Ye Clan's dignity, she should be much
tougher.
Just like what he had cooked up, she was spoiled by him, so that she didn't have to get involved in
anything like a trash.
"Coo..." The sound was rhythmic.
The faces of the two people in the ward were stiff for two seconds. Consuela acted as if nothing had
happened. She continued drinking water to fill her belly.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
Of course, no one would feel like that when he or she was not starving.
With her head lowered, Consuela merely acquiesced. The blush on her ears made her look more
attractive.
The man picked up his cell phone from the bedside table and dialed the number of Tim, who was at a
restaurant with his friend. "Buy me some nutritious food."
After a pause, he added, "It's suitable for pregnant women."
Fearing that Cassie who was eager to introduce delicious food wouldn't hear, Tim turned on the
speaker since he didn't get an excuse to escape.
"You have such a smooth and happy life, ' said Richie ironically.
Before the person on the other end of the phone was about to cry, he hanged up quickly. It seemed that
he was a cold-blooded business man.
"The dinner will be ready soon. You can get some fruits first," said Richie kindly.
"Don't look at me with gratitude. The baby of the Ye Clan cannot suffer with you." His words broke all
her pink fantasy.
With a twitch of her mouth, Consuela turned her head, picked up an apple, and peeled it. No matter
what his point was, she thought that the most important thing to do now was to nourish the stomach.
At a remote restaurant, Cassie looked at the man who got up in a hurry and frowned, "Are you on call
24 hours every day?"
It was not long before they started to eat. Before she had time to pick out fish bones and crayfish for
him, a call interrupted her.
Tim replied perfunctorily with a relieved smile on his face, "Being with the king as well as being with a
tiger. If he is not satisfied with one small thing, I'll become the African senior manager."
Looking at that annoying man leaving directly, Cassie sighed helplessly. She did not want to go after
him, so she sat in her place and slowly ate.
If someone was forced too hard, nothing good would happen.
When Tim rushed to the ward of the hospital with the well packed food box, the pregnant woman was
lying on the sofa, breathing evenly as if she was asleep.
When he opened his mouth and was about to call Consuela, Richie cast a stern glance at him. Richie
seemed to threaten him not to say anything more.
With a sad face, Tim wanted to ask what he could do with it. The man in the bed frowned impatiently.
He immediately put the packed food box on an empty seat.
Without waiting for being driven out, he consciously walked out and closed the door considerately.
He felt that it was the real way to show off.
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